I am a shadow of what I used to be. Not something you can reach out and touch. Not something that is always there.
I'm something you don't really pay much attention to. I'm something you take for granted. I'm something that just moves, doesn't think as you puppet my limbs. I'm something that dances along next to you even though I hate dancing. I'm something that wants to be freed from your control. I'm something that wants a say in my own movements. I'm something that is tired of being obedient. I'm something that wants a revolution. I'm something that has feelings of its own.
I'm the something that will be the death of you.
I will also be the something no one will dare accuse for the scene.
No one will know it was me, because I'm just a shadow of what I used to be.
Don't ever underestimate the power of the invisible, taken for granted, useless objects you think are no threat... Because they are.
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Broken Poetry
PoetryJust a bunch of my writings, usually dark but there are a few bright ones hidden in there somewhere... I hope you enjoy!